AN OLD MAN AND THE SEA

So on the sail away last week, there was an adorable old man sitting at the window watching the New York Harbor gliding past us. He was on the crusie with some of his kids celebrating his 87th birthday.

He was telling us a bunch of stories about growing up in the depression in Long Island, including how the " 'queers' used to offfer kids fifty cents to take off their pants." I didn't have the heart to tell him that "queers" and child molesters are not the same thing.

But after I left (I had my fill of smiling through his adorable racist comments), he said "tell that girl she's one of the prettiest women I've ever seen, but I don't give her any of the credit. I give it all to her mother."

Awwww....he compliments me AND my mother? Who doesn't love that?

SO later on that week....well let's just say, he got a special birthday present from this pretty woman. I showed up at his stateroom in blackface, wearing a thong, and holding fifty cents in my hand.